Paul Chesne - Pink Champagne lyrics

Pink Champagne Hey right there in the boxcar he did die With the Pink Champagne and the apple of your eye He never made it down there with all the perverts in paradise In a big rocking chair with a picture of his bride I got the Pink Champagne, Lesbians blowin' kisses Look at that face, grantin' all my wishes I can't complain, please don't tell the Mrs. I wanna keep you right there and smother you in dirty dishes Hey rock star at the crossroads sell your soul For a girl and a thrill and a hit like rock n' roll Hey cliché why don't you write an original You could start it right here with this desperate individual I guess the rent got paid and things are lookin' up If not for today, for the rest of the month I got the pink champagne with all the perverts in paradise The price of oil these days and all the gas that's in the sky Guitar solo I got the hurricane category 6 I got the runaway on the news at 6 I got the KKK runnin' politics I got the 666 at the crossroads of my soul And the devil's name is spelled in the bible